Someone took my place...

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She pulled away from the embrace,
and ran away once more.

He stared at the white wall before him—
it was as blank as his mind right now.

Someone got to her...before me?

He clenched his fists,
determined to find the person.

But after a moment his fists unfurled—
wasn't this what he had wanted?
For Makoto to be helped?

No, I should've been the one to do it.
Now, there's no chance of her liking me.

He sighed in defeat.

He knew that Makoto wasn't easy to win over,
so whoever took his place must've been a lucky bastard.

He slowly walked up the stairs,
which seemed steeper than he'd remembered.

He was on the verge of giving up,
until he realized that Makoto
almost considered his offer.

This means I still have a chance.

With a newfound passion,
he swiftly ran up the stairs.

I won't give up on you, Makoto.